- Non-Erotic Poetry
- they're not people anymore
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Click hereI don't ever know what to say to you
anymore,
your choices seem absurd and I wonder if you
look at this world
anymore,
the war is raging in Baghdad, and I
ask you to pray for the innocents, but
apparently they're not people
anymore,
and peace is boring, for our safety we cannot hesitate
to bring the fight to them over there, who knows
where the next attack could happen,
anywhere, who really cares
anymore,
we'll fight them on any shore to protect freedom,
leave them bloodied and bleeding, freedom beaten
into their stilled hearts, do you care
anymore,
your smirk, a sign that reminds me
you're a man who really doesn't care
anymore,
and I really don't ever know what to say to you
anymore.
- COMMENTS
twelveooneover 19 years ago"and peace is boring, for our safety we cannot hesitate
to bring the fight to them over there, who knows
where the next attack could happen,
anywhere, who really cares
anymore,"
What eve did is fine, I like this formatting though. I've used it. The problem is, it has to be consistent, Long, shorter, shorter, one word. The word has to have impact, "anymore" in all these places does not have that impact.
This is an excellent format for what you are trying to say.
And I like what you are trying to say.
WickedEveover 19 years agoI don't know what to say to you anymore.
Your choices seem absurd,
and I wonder if you look at this world anymore.
War is raging in Baghdad,
and I ask you to pray for the innocents,
but apparently they're not people anymore.
Peace is boring.
For our safety we cannot hesitate
to bring the fight to them over there.
Who knows where the next attack could happen.
Anywhere.
Who really cares anymore.
We'll fight them on any shore to protect freedom,
leave them bloodied and bleeding,
freedom beaten into their stilled hearts.
Do you care anymore?
Your smirk, a sign that reminds me
you're a man who really doesn't care anymore,
and I really don't know what to say to you anymore.
